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Spetsai, Serifos and Siphnos Islands
It was time to head east into the middle Cyclades again - Richard had a flight to catch - so we sailed the hundred miles or so via green Spetsai (where Niarchos owns an island), then through to Seriphos where Richard caught a ferry. Mostly good sailing but had the jib up down countless times as the wind was flukey and we ran out of wind. Second day in Seriphos we anchored in the tiny marina and at 5am a ferocious katabatic wind came through - we dragged our anchor ...
A great day on Sifnos
We spent the day here relaxing on the beach. The water was the perfect temperature for swimming. The boys spent their day diving off the dock, swimming, snorkeling and fishing. We went into the town of Apollonia,which is the capitol of the island, for dinner. We sat outside under the stars as we ate another delicious meal of Greek ...
Exploring Milos
The weather was very settled, in fact there was now very little wind and we thought we would stay a while and explore Milos further. An island rich in minerals it has been mined extensively for Alum, Sulphur, and Barium. Open cast mines scar the landscape every where. Milos is also famous for the discovery in an olive grove of the famous statue "Venus de Milo" by a local farmer.
We bused to the top of the island and explored the Plaka, all white buildings, ...
Throwing the arm over
... islands - a bike was not to be. Looking on the positive side I realised I would save some money, and get some serious exercise walking around what was a decent sized island.
So I headed for Plaka - about a 6k walk but the winding roads made it feel like 10, and the heat didn't help. Never the less I got there eventually, stopping to look at a rather elaborate cemetery on the way, and taking some snaps of the wide ...
A hair raising tour of MIlos
... some more confidence and we turned back towards Adamas and turned off towards the other side of the island towards Paleohori (a rural area of the island). On our way we saw villages, goat headers which I had to stop for) and a man stopped to help us find our way when we hit a dirt road and had no idea where we were. It is all about the journey we decided, not the destination. We continued to a pretty fishing village called Pollonia where the sea side boat sheds had red, ...


